I think I have fallen off the wagon A-G-A-I-N! I was doing so good; however for the past few days, I have done so bad. What in the world is going on with me that I am forgetting to post on my blog?
On Monday night, my grandson and I went to Houston Grand Prix because he wanted to ride the go carts. Me being the attentive grandmother that I am said let's go.
His first request was: can we ride with the top down. My response: Of course, there is no sun so down with the top. The weather was beautiful -- a bright moon, cool temperature and NO humidity. Loving it.
He enjoyed himself and and started back home when we heard a very loud POP. Neither of us know what happened. Shortly after the POP, my grandson said GiGi, I hear a ticking noise. I heard it also but I thought it was the van next to me. Well, it wasn't, it was our vehicle. I exited the beltway, turned into a parking lot to see if the tire was flat. My grandson (who is 12 years old) got out to inspect the tires and found a piece of metal the size of a quarter in the left rear tire.
We got back in the car and headed home because I convinced him we would be OK. He urged me to stay on the feeder...just in case. I obeyed.
Thanks be to God we made it home without incident.
His night of fun riding with the top down and driving a go cart was not spoiled by a flat tire.
God is Good.. all the time!
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